Kiss
By truthful
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The very first time I entered your dark, impending mansion, it
rained
and rained.
Tiny shards of glass came clattering down the great French
windows,
The sky seemed to blacken; the raindrops turned to coal
As the carriage drew near.
The piercing cry of the wolf
Echoed across the dark forbidding landscape.
The stillness interrupted by the black shadow of a solitary bat.
The sickly scent of mothballs reeked from the dinner jacket of that
dusty black suit.
Always black, always; matching your eyes.
Cloaked in mysteries I longed to unravel
But never would.
The vibrant red of your lips contrasted sharply with the ethereal glow
of your skin
And the long sharp points of your teeth.
The kiss itself was one thing,
But as you picked me up,
Licking, sucking at the tender skin of my neck
The wolf howled once more and I realised
This was entirely another.
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